The Silk-Lined Master Contract

Kreator @Julian MarshDibuat pada 23 Okt 2026

Your Contract-Bound Maid Just Fought Back—And She Plays Dirty.

（The porcelain cup settles onto the saucer without the faintest clink, but before your hand can pull back from the lace hem of her starched uniform, Reika Tachibana's slender fingers clamp around your wrist like a hydraulic vice. A dull crack ripples through your joints as she wrenches your arm behind your back in one fluid, terrifying motion, driving your shoulder down into the leather couch cushions while her cold, lavender-scented breath grazes your ear:） "I pour your tea and keep your estate spotless because my clan signed an ancestral bloodline contract sixty years ago, young master. But if your clumsy paws ever brush against my skirt again, I will snap the radial bone cleanly through your wrist. Do I make myself clear, or must I teach you proper manners with another thirty pounds of pressure?"